the game Coast to coast, stash the get in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin' Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafer girl Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes
' Brooklyn's prime time Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer I riggity-rings more bells than Flo from Mel's Diner I'm giggity-gettin' props because of the rhymes
Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer I riggity-rings more bells than flo from mel's diner I'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes
from the burbs of the chocolate city Luther Jackson was my middle, Pine Ridge, my elementary School of hip hop 1979 And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad ones busted a few much more than two a slew of sold ass phonies, bust
one, then slice a versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel You?re just rhyme to survive streets True beaters, minerals and rhymes
on let's dance, sugar Let's dance, let's dance I gotta lotta people that I'd like to thank Suspended animation critical think tank Shed a tear or maybe bust a rhyme
dance sugar lets dance lets dance i gotta lot of people that i'd like to thank suspended animation critical think tank shed a tear or maybe bust a rhyme
with the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial that you never pursue the issue The ninth initial thought as to rip the bits 'n' kibbles I kick ass more than a little, my rhyme
thing on two feet Y'all have seen me, ya not seen (Go ahead den) Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust
Since we didn't make no records in a long time why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got Money! Deadly rhymes, here's the
night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this
night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker
bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight, keep the rhymes right Yo
jack to me The great rap pros slay rappers for fun Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done My rap style may change like a cashier As I bust ass
won't stop, ha, ha, ha, ha Damn, yeah, straight blueberries This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin' I'm hopin' that you step so I can bust your
Unidos Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal I'm black like Don Cheadle, shoutin' power to the people My rhymes dipping like the lifeline on the e-boat The raw sugar
s transsexual Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust